She did not know herself.
"Lin! ...

Promise not to--speak to Dad!" "No." His voice rang.
"Don't give me away--don't tell my Dad!" "What ?" he queried, incredulously.
Lucy did not understand what.

But his amazed voice, his wide-open eyes of bewilderment, seemed to aid her into piercing the maze of her own mind.

A hundred thoughts whirled together, and all around them was wrapped the warm, strong feeling of his hand on hers.

What did she mean that he would tell her father?
There seemed to be a deep, hidden self in her.